Procrastination, ftw.
Picture this: it's 1am, you're getting on a plane bound for New York City in 8 hours, and you're not packed at all. Your laundry isn't even done. What do you do? Write in your blog, of course.
So I'm about to embark on this wonderful journey to NYC for 8 whole days, and I'm not nearly as excited as I should be. We're not seeing any shows while we're up there because apparently my room isn't as clean as my parents think it should be (aren't I a little old for this, now?), and I'm going to be in a cold film studio for 8 hours a day doing a style of acting I'm not at all comfortable with (for total lack of experience).
Fear is a powerful motivator--and right now, it's motivating me to sit my ass on my bed and not pack for a trip to what is only the greatest city in the continental United States.
So I'm about to embark on this wonderful journey to NYC for 8 whole days, and I'm not nearly as excited as I should be. We're not seeing any shows while we're up there because apparently my room isn't as clean as my parents think it should be (aren't I a little old for this, now?), and I'm going to be in a cold film studio for 8 hours a day doing a style of acting I'm not at all comfortable with (for total lack of experience).
Fear is a powerful motivator--and right now, it's motivating me to sit my ass on my bed and not pack for a trip to what is only the greatest city in the continental United States.